Chapter Two: Destined Future
He could only hope that she wasn't beside herself with grief or pain. He remembered when he thought she had died, how empty and sad he felt. He didn't want her to feel the same way.
And somehow that pain he felt without her, hurt more than the steel cutting into his wrists or the cuts and scrapes still present from the crash.
Vaughn grimaced as a figure known only to him as the General, undid the handcuffs that held him to the wall. "Well Mr. Vaughn," his voice was low and gravely, "exactly what did you tell your little girlfriend about us"?
Vaughn was full of contempt. This man had made his life a living hell ever since he refused to turn Sydney over to them. He had fallen in love with his task: to protect Sydney Anne Bristow, the future mother of the new Rambaldi. And then he had fallen in love with her. He remembered when they approached him after she had died and informed him that he had failed, that he was never to associate with their sect again. And he didn't. He married Lauren with the hopes of a normal life, never knowing that she was working for them with the order to make sure he never spoke of the sect.
But then everything changed. Sydney had come back. And after learning the truth about Lauren, he managed to restore his love with Syd. He thought the sect would never come after him again; after all they had never made contact with him when she reappeared. His good luck ran out when they contacted him and informed him it was time to bring Sydney in. That's when he had fled with her to Santa Barbra…
"Mr. Vaughn, I don't have all day"
"Shove it general, she knows nothing"
"We have your conversation from the day in the car when you tell her your name isn't Michael Vaughn and that you work for the bad guys and that it was no accident that she walked into your office that day".
"Well Sydney's a smart girl, she'll probably be able to figure out what I'm talking about and then she'll come and kill you"
"Not if we get to her first, and if she leaks this to the CIA, well, we'll just find another mother for Rambaldi"
Vaughn prayed he wasn't serious. He loved Syd; he didn't want her to be hurt. He had thought they wouldn't hurt her ever because they needed her to put there plan into motion. The general watched Vaughn's reaction carefully, "Let me read you a little of the prophecy, Mr. Vaughn, '…the Chosen One will bear the new child into the world and the new child will be baptized in the blood of its kin'. That means we'll have to sacrifice her".
Vaughn felt nothing but rage surge through his veins as he leapt up to the attack the general. However the shackles at his feet held him at bay. "Don't you dare put your hands on her" he muttered through clenched teeth. "Mr. Vaughn, this is why you shouldn't get attached to your work. Now I have to kill her anyway, however it's up to you to determine how comfortable she is before she dies. Threaten me or this sect and she will suffer".
Vaughn was speechless and dropped his head in agreement. The doors slid open as a tall blonde British man walked into the room, Sark. "Good news", he said "our tap confirms that Sydney is refusing to give away her lover boys secrets, but there is something else. She's pregnant"